Blue Eyes
a distant flickering
like looking through curtains
to see the flame of a candle
I could hear her
a woman’s voice rising and falling with passion
in a harmonious round with the falling rain
the pitter pats and scat calling out with the blues
dragging her mouth across the streets
steaming with streams of backed-up sewers
her lips gathering glass and gravel
she took it in and this bilge billowed forth with the blues
a heavy sound that was laden with
the burden of an unrequited life
rising and falling she carried me too
through the story and I rode with her
my heart careening and crashing
full speed into crystal and china
chipping and cracking and splintering
gathering under my fingernails and glittering in my hair
my face dripping from my tears cried
as I hear her lament
the rising and falling of the curtains
blowing in the breeze and the rain was poured
from rusty buckets of her blues and
she sings to me so sweet
like succulent splooge that seeps from me and
I lie on the floor soaked and tattered
just because we looked into each others' eyes.
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